Having a hell lots of fun, enjoying every single part of company, fussing over the wrong words said.
"Torn" the night as I used to say it.
Saying nothing and listening, trying to make a good impression.
Feeling free to do whatever one like, and yet felt important to make an impression.
So excited that I keep blabbering rubbish.
Screaming and shouting over a scoring of a game. Feeling tired yet wishing the day has not ended. Wanted to take it cool but also wanted very badly to win.
That was a camp, I felt younger by 20 years.
The nice rainbow yesterday mark the start of a feeling forgotten since a decade.
Reliving it again, a blessing.